Super Bowl Sunday

Superbowl Sunday yesterday. They figure about a billion people were tuned into that game. It’s true, a large percentage were there for the guacamole and cheese dip, some for the commercials, and some for the halftime show, which as I understand it, has something to do...

Supermoon

I hope you all went outside last week and had a good look at the moon. It’s a beautiful sight on any clear night but 2014 is a special year because the moon’s orbit moves especially close to the earth earth for the full moons of July, August and September. The same...

Supermoon Rising

EDITOR’S NOTE–Due to yet another age-induced flub-uppence, Cameron’s Third Saturday of the Month Welcome column didn’t run last week…so here it is now.  I’d like to be able to say that I’ll try hard to make fewer such...

SuperSunday

To say that I’m not much of a sports fan would be a gross understatement. The truth is, there are very few things in life that I care less about than sports. There are several possible explanations for this: Perhaps my aversion to sports can be attributed to my own...

Swamp Gas or maybe Grass

Joe Weed isn’t the only one spending time in the Gulf states, though his locomotion is more enjoyable than my conveyances were. I have some work related stuff that takes me to Houston every now and then……and might take me there more and more. This is a good news, bad...

Sweet Emma of San Diego

THE DAILY GRIST…“Sweet Emma, Sweet Emma, thanks for what you do; Sweet Emma we know your grass is blue.”- Mike & Yvonne TatarWhen Mike & I moved down to the San Diego area in 1996, we looked around for the bluegrass scene to connect with and found the San...

Sweet Ride

Changes happen. Part of life and all that. There are milestones kept close to the heart and fondly remembered for a lifetime like the first car, first instrument, first kiss, and first time through Blackberry Blossom. Other changes and milestones are not so fond and...

Sweet Ride

(Author’s note: It’s a testament to change that since I wrote this column in 2012, I’ve moved to a nurturing home, aced three years of college, and had the good fortune of consistent work. It’s hard to believe that I’ll be turning the big...

Sweet Senior James

There is an old cowboy, he’s grown kind of strange His guitar and banjo are his only companions He sleeps in the saddle and yawns in the canyons He’s grown plumper, but hopes for change And as the moon rises, he spits on his fire Thinking about old times,...